![]() ![]() They’ll be filled with disappointment, I’m sure. I don’t want to look into those big, scarlet eyes of his. “That’s not true, I know you’re lying.” I look down almost shamefully and twiddle with my thumbs. “Why did you really delete your social media accounts?” I nod, muttering under my voice, “Only one bad comment.” I hand him a yellow envelope and he hesitantly starts to open it before stopping and looking about at me. “It’s one bad comment, and their opinion doesn’t matter to me.” His eyes widen slightly and looks ready to argue, but instead he remains silent. He looks up and gives a small smile, shaking his head. I watch as his eyes scan the paper and his fists clench. I saw the picture of you and your girlfriend, (f/n), and I wanted to tell you that…’” His voice suddenly goes quiet and his smile turns into a deep frown. “‘I love logging onto instagram and seeing your beautiful selfies after a long day of school. Zen gives me a grin before continuing to read the letter. He pulls out a pink letter and opens it: “‘Dear Zen, I just wanted to tell you that I am such a big fan and that hearing you sing just makes me day.’” I sit across from him smiling as he tears through the letters, happily and appreciatively reading them. I’m grateful that he doesn’t push the subject but instead displays his letters on the ground. “You needed to delete social media to focus on work?” He shrugs. “O-oh,” I stutter, “Yeah, I did, I just decided I would take a break from social media accounts and focus more on work.” “Hey, did you delete your instagram and twitter accounts? I tried to tag in that selfie we took this morning but it said your account didn’t exist.” ![]() “Fanmail! Would you like to read them with me?” I tell him I’ll get him letter opener, but he stops me by taking a gentle hold of my wrist. I look down to see a plastic bag in his hands and I ask him what it is. I smile and walk up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. The door opens and there is suddenly a shuffling of feet against the carpet. Once they’re all gone, I feel the heavy sticks and stones being lifted off my chest, and that I no longer need to worry about what people comment, and I won’t have to worry about hiding them from Zen, or worry about how I might feel. But I’m going to delete the accounts anyways. But does this make me a coward? Does it seem as if I’m running away or giving in? Yes. I’ll just delete my social media accounts. Besides, I don’t think Zen would want me to go either. Maybe I should just delete all social media, or better yet, get rid of my phone. It can be easily manipulated, or easily manipulate. Is that possible? I guess that saying never made sense in the first place. Maybe the words are the sticks and stones. Someone as attractive as Zen should have a girlfriend who is gorgeous right? He shouldn’t need to settle for me… right? And everyone who is opposed to my relationship with him reminds me of that. But gorgeous, which Zen tells me I am every day, as not how I’d describe myself. I’m cute and I have a sort of charm that can only be found in pretty. I’ve never been one to flaunt oneself’s beauty, but I do know I am pretty. If anything, it’s more of a shield to my true feelings. The saying sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt has never been such a false statement. However, being the girlfriend of such a charming and talented actor can be difficult, especially since you are made an easy target by some less than happy fans of his for you being his number one. Words cannot explain how much you love your boyfriend Hyun Ryu, more known as by Zen. ![]()
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